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Somedays I forget who I am. I'm lost. I'm in jail. I can't breathe. I am weighed down by the constant reminder to clean though nothing is ever clean. I am weighed down by the piles of laundry ...dirty, clean, damp and moldy. This summer is so humid that everything is wet and nothing dries. I am weighed down by the fact that to get anything done on this house I must watch the kids. All day. Which means I get nothing done. Some days it's fine. Some days I don't feel is way and life doesn't look this way. But on those days it does I feel hopeless.
I don't want to feel this way.